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Page 20 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound
it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold!"—
When she first hears that " Duncan comes there to sleep" she is so overcome by ...

Page 119 For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy
breath up ; urchins Shall for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee : thou shalt be jrinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging ...

Page 120 And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuta : Shew thee a jay's nest, and
instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet : I'll bring thee To clust'ring
filberds ; and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock." In conducting
Stephano ...

Page 163 I'll tell thee ; life and death ! I am asham'd That thou hast power to shake my
manhood thus" : [To Gonerill. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee! The untented
woundings ...

Page 233 To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace ; When have I injur 'd thee, when done thee wrong ? Or thee ? or thee ? or any of your faction ? A plague upon you all !"
Nothing can be more characteristic than the turbulent pretensions to meekness ...

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Page 174 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...

Page 222 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...

Page 351 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...

Page 36 - Would he were fatter: — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...

Page 187 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.

Page 87 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.

Page 156 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...